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Into the lock of memories,

I slide my magic key.

I find myself in an alley lined with trees,

Facing a girl naïve & gawky.


Flip-flops, glasses & pigtails!

Why am I drawn to these?

Is it ’cause I miss the Calcutta tales 

From the innocent eighties?


It’s then I remember the drill,

My thoughts in verse to pin.

I have a long list to fill.

Smiling, I take out my pen.


P.C Anita Jankovic from ‘Unsplash’

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